Who Dem

Yea
Don't make me come for you
Y'all get to comfortable
I'm in the cut with two
I am not one to loose
Nah I don't pick and choose
Death do not come in twos
I'm taking
You you
You
You

Yea
Fuck is you taking about
They don't want problems
They be tryna talk it out
Y'all never run it up
Y'all busy running mouth
I be that nigger all these niggers talking about
Bitches be chirping
Twerking in they momma house
My phone be chirping
Working
That's what I'm about
I put that work in
Tryna get my momma out
Yea
I come with gifts
Its a present
My presents
These haters aware
I'm going to be rich in the present
Everything I represent
They're going to resent when I'm there
Y'all better not send for me here
I'll put a check on your neck
Bitch I flex
Like it's weights in my chair
I been had my weight up
And I'll never wait up
All my niggers way up
I'm taking them there
Yea
I push the whip
Til the wheels off the shit
Son I'm real
Off the shits
It be me and my clique
I'll never quit
And the kid been equipped
When I shoot for the stars
It be me and my grip
She wanna lick on the dick
If I give her the tip
She'll be crippled
She tell me to chill
I blow a bag on the dream
As I plot and I scheme on the cream
So they know I'm for real
I do a pop up they know I'm for real
When Kutty pop out they know it's for real
I bring the block out
From Grammy to drop out
I carry the Hood
On my hood when I peel
Shows and arenas
We're packing the bleachers
My peeps in them seats
Yea they know we gone chill
I throw a chain so my nigger can chill
They're getting chained cuase they nigger a squeal
Fuck is you talking bout
I ain't with that talking shit
Y'all niggers talk it out
I put a fork in it
I fuck your bitch
Tell her scream who she fuckin with
Yea that boy KUTTY he be on the block
She call me Chris when I spin her on top
The Hood know me BANGA
I throw it together
Don't ever try and get in my Lane
We gone slide